The soft glow of a fire. The embers rise into the air and vanish into smoke. Ephemeral, temporary, brief but beautiful. Just like life. Just like her. If she could go out so beautifully... A snap of the firewood makes Sarah blink back to wakefulness. A slight shifting of the big dragon behind her made her smile. “Sorry, my mind was drifting.” she said. “That's alright, isn't that what cuddling is for? Drifting away like embers?” she chuckled at how similar their thoughts were. They knew each other almost too well.

	The next thing she said surprised even herself. “Xan? I want you to snuff me.” she turned bright red, which was a sight on top of her short, green fur. She pressed tighter against his chest, her long tail brushing its white tuft against his ankles. “Where did this come all of a sudden?” he asked, sounding concerned. She shook her head. “It's just that I want to burn out beautifully like those embers. It would be a nice way to end the night.” She turned around slightly and looked into his ice blue eyes, studying his face. “And I don't want you to tell me when you're going to do it either. I want it to be as sudden and unexpected as the embers flying off.”

	He nodded, chuckling, turning her back to him once more. “Taking the metaphor a little far, eh?” She shrugged. “Maybe, but I-” her words cut off as his right paw clamped tightly over her triangular muzzle! She cried out against the smothering grip and gasped. She didn't even have a full breath! She pulled at the scaled paw, twisting her head a bit before remembering she did ask for this. Well, that didn't mean she couldn't fight. She did want to go out beautifully, after all.

	Sarah squirmed and gasped, kicking slowly and pulling at her dragon lover's blue-scaled paw, feeling a tension starting in her chest, a thrill spreading through her body. He held her securely but not roughly, saying nothing. Her loins began to moisten at the sensations, the excitement, the panic, the asphyxia. His other paw shifted, arm still holding her down but the paw gripped her right breast, squeezing tightly, claws pricking her skin. She moaned, wasting breath and energy into his scaled palm, sucking right after as her body pulled a 'wait, no! I need that!' on her.

	Xan did not give her a break to breathe. If anything, he squeezed her harder and pinched her nipples while groping her. His thigh came up between her own and started grinding at her sex, rubbing the folds together, pressing the nub of her clit tight. He didn't need to penetrate her to make her cum, though she could feel his horse-dragon hybrid cock at her rump, hard, extremely long, thick, and pulsing. He humped up along her back, matting her fur with sticky precum.

	The tension became burning, and her loins ached. He must have smelled her arousal as he slid his tail up into her folds, making her cry out with need and waste the rest of her air. Now she had nothing in her lungs and her chest convulsed with instinctive gasps, her legs kicking harder, her pussy drenched in lustful need. She bucked her hips in time with her gasps, even licking his paw as a way of begging for breath. It didn't come. But she did. Her climax roared through her body, making her arch her back hard, throwing her head back. Her white hair fell back from her face as her eyes rolled back, her heart hammering beats in her ears. Her vision dimmed...then went into an ever-shrinking tunnel as she went limp, fighting for breath, heart struggling to keep beating.

	Sarah woke up to the smell of cheese. Not just cheese, but baked cheese, crust, sauce....pizza! She sat up, breathing deep through her nose. Sergals were known to be rather ferocious when hungry, and gods was she hungry after that smothering. She got up and prowled, yes, prowled over to the box, laying open on the counter with plates next to it. She didn't need a plate. She'd just stand here and eat the whole thing! As she went to reach for the pizza, something opaque was yanked over her head!

	She twisted and tried pulling at the rubbery coating on her head, but strong scaled paws pulled her wrists behind her back and held them there long enough to conjure cuffs around her arms that bound them tight. She snarled and twisted, ravenously hungry and it only got worse as she had to pant the heady aroma of cheese lovers' pizza inside the hood. It had been de-scented so it didn't smell of rubber, letting her gasp in the scent of dinner over and over.

	While she panted on her breath, he moved his paws to stroke and grope her body, not in the overt and pointedly sexual ways as before, but more teasing, light, and annoyingly passionless! She pushed her breasts into his paws but he didn't grip hard; his claws just teased over her nipples. Aggravated, she tried to use her own tail but his kept it in check, exposing her slit to touches and pricks of claw, but he did nothing to try to get her off...

	She burned through her oxygen rather rapidly, panting into the hood, making it puff out big around her head, then suck tight when she inhaled the hot, dead, cheesy air. She was beginning to get as aroused as she was hungry, needy in two ways she didn't normally put together. As she got dizzy, she expected him to leave the hood on, but he bent her over the hot pizza and pulled the hood open enough for her to get a few torturous breaths of the heavenly scent. Her lungs full of the hunger-inducing aroma, she was hooded once more and pulled up for more teasing. She stomped her feet in frustration, wanting to either be snuffed, or eat, or cum, or something! But her lover continued to build her hunger and her arousal, never giving her a breath of air unless she was about to black out, and never letting her anywhere near climax.

	She wasn't allowed to black out this time. She didn't know how long the torture had gone on but not long enough for the pizza to get cold. It was still warm when she was allowed to eat. He sat with her as she ate with wild abandon, sexual and visceral hungers feeding one another. As she was trying to swallow a particularly cheesy bite, Xan suddenly teased her exposed sex, making her gasp and start choking on the stringy stuff! She leaned forward, body tense as her mouth opened wide and chest tried to inhale, which pulled it further in, then cough, which did little to push it out. He continued to tease, making it harder for her to get her airway clear.

	Feeling dizzy, Sarah finally managed to cough up the cheese, which she immediately put back in her mouth to chew better, this time. She shot a glare at Xan who was now eating his own slice with his customary grin back. She grunted a little and slowed her chewing, savoring the cheese...and not giving Xan a chance to snuff her on food, which would be pathetic, not sexy.

	Once finished with food, he cleaned up and hugged her from behind as she digested. “Feel like dessert? Got some lovely milkshakes in the freezer. If we wait too long they'll be ice cream.” She thought for a moment, then nodded, sighing in satisfaction. He came back shaking a red pouch. It looked like a water bottle, the kind you fill with hot water and put on your aches. “The hell? Xan that's for hot water, not a milkshake!” He shrugged. “Easier to mix.” She had to give him that. He mixed it up, heading behind her to the other side of the couch. She realized too late that that made no sense.

	The top of the water bottle off, it dipped into her vision, held by the red strap that extended from the bag, made of the same stretchy material, in a loop above the nozzle. Xan grabbed her head tight, forcing it down, and pulled up with his other hand, catching her muzzle in the hole and stretching the strap over her head, letting it snap behind to hold the bottle on painfully tight!

	Her eyes widened at feeling the cold, thick liquid around her nose and lips, and reached up to pull the bottle off, but Xan grabbed her wrists again and pinned them behind her head like a cop might. He shoved her down, bending her further over. “Drink your shake, Sarah~” he cooed “It might be the last thing you ever get to eat.” She shivered and twisted, shaking her head hard. She didn't want to go out like this! She tried to drink the vanilla milkshake against her face, but it was thick and hard to slurp up. Added to that, she hadn't gotten much of a breath, and so once again she was close to giving in and panting on the stuff within a minute.

	All her struggling and twisting was useless. She grunted out air, which hissed out past her eyes. Xan kept her bent over, looking into her eyes, watching her expression. Her pretty green eyes were always so expressive, and he watched her begging with that look she always used, during play, but now touched with true panic. He whispered in her ear. “You look so amazingly hot like this...” That got the reaction he wanted. She froze, expression softening, her body shivering. She was going out just like she wanted, beautiful in his eyes, a sexy beast struggling for life, to be snuffed out under his paws. She smiled, then inhaled.

	Cold, thick fluid filled her lungs. Her throat closed up, body quivering and every muscle tensing up as she drowned. Her toes curled and eyes bulged as she tried to cough, but her airway closed, too late, the milkshake trapped within. She convulsed a few times, then coughed up the shake wetly into the hot water bottle. She gasped deeply, body desperate for air, and got a much thinner shake now, warmed up a lot by her body heat. She twisted, head tucking down against her chest as she tried to choke the stuff up a few more times. Back and forth her head shook, each gasp of the shake causing a moist “shlorp” sound as the bag collapsed.

	Unconsciousness crept up on her again, her gasps getting weaker and weaker, eyes rolling back further into her head as she panted freely on the milkshake and her body twitched several times. Xan murred. “Time to die, my love~” he whispered into her ear, then snaked his tail around to her sex and he dragged his tail's ridged underside up against her clit, stroking the nub with rivers and valleys of scale. Her reaction was instant, and her body shook back and forth rapidly as she panted and came. She thought he'd blindfolded her, but it was just her vision going white...and her body going limp. He held her head. “What a sweet way to die.” A pun. The last thing she would hear was a pun, and a bad one at that. Silently cursing her mate, she sank into unconsciousness.

	This time, Xan did not save her. He released her head, allowing it to bob off to the side, then bring her body down, left arm trapped under herself on the couch, her right draped over the edge, hanging limply, right under the deadly water bottle that had stolen her life.

	He licked his lips, then went around the couch, lifting Sarah's body up. She was still warm, very wet from how he'd made her cum, but he had other plans for now. He pulled her head up, tipped the bottle up and squeezed the red rubber, dumping the milkshake into her lungs and forcing her chest to expand with it all. To make sure none got out, he gripped her throat in a tight grasp, just shy of crushing her trachea. He wanted that stuff back out, after all!

	Removing the hot water bottle, Xan pressed his lips to Sarah's limp, blue ones in a deep, loving kiss. His tongue slurped around in her maw, drinking down every drop of vanilla in her mouth. Once that was done, he released her throat and held his breath while he pinched her nose and suckled on her lungs, drawing out every bit of milkshake, slowly and tenderly drinking from her like she was a pouch of juice on a hot summer day. Rolling his eyes in pleasure at the sensations from her limp tongue, the melted shake, and the press of her limp form, he pushed on her belly firmly, right up against her diaphragm to force more and more of the liquid she'd drowned on to go into his mouth, down the right tube this time.

	Xan was hard again by the time he was done, and grinned. “Now let's see that maw of yours at work, love.” he laid her down on her stomach, chin up on the couch's arm rest. He stood over her, rocking his hips back and forth to stroke the underside of his massive rod along her head, through her hair. Once he had some pre on his tip, he pulled back and forced her mouth open with thumbs on her blue cheeks, holding her jaw wide open. He gave a grunt and, mindful of her teeth, slid his shaft down into his limp lover's corpse.

	A moan escaped him as he pushed in, her throat cool from the shake, but warming up as the heat from her struggles spread through her body. He couldn't feel a heartbeat now, so she would cool eventually, but not yet. When his tip got past her airway, he found the rest of her throat warm, soft, and exceedingly pleasurable! “Fuck you're a better cock sleeve dead than alive.” he huffed, hips picking up a rough, needy pace that would have made her throw up if she wasn't dead. Her throat easily accepted the massive, throbbing shaft down again and again, with only a slight, wet squish when he thrust, covered up by his moans.

	His hips rapidly slapped against her nose, driving his cock into her throat. Panting, he bit his lip, getting close. His grip on her head remained firm, and his cock slid fast into and out of her throat, stretching it nice and wide. He rolled his eyes in pleasure and slammed home with a roar to cum into her stomach. His hot seed sprayed over and over, gushing into her belly, filling it up nicely and mixing with the pizza to bloat her body slightly. Grinning, he pulled out and held her up by her throat, watching her arms dangle limply, admiring her blue-tinted face. Then he got a condom out and pulled it over her head, securing it around her throat with his belt, not caring if he crushed her airway with the tight leather now. He wasn't done, however.

	Xan shoved his limp little toy over, watching her ragdoll off the couch, and came over to straddle her. He was still hard, and had more seed where the first load came from. He pushed his cock at her tailhole, still lubed up from before, and forced his way in with a loud groan and a lot of effort. Her muscles were all limp, and her dead body was easier to fuck than when she'd been alive, for sure. He panted, humping slowly as he nuzzled her chest, nipped her breasts, and sucked on her nipples. He loved her limp form, manipulating it, placing her arms above her head as if she was offering herself to him.

	His hips got into a steady rhythm of pounding his toy, his mate, his little lovedoll. He crouched over her, hugging her close as his thrusts intensified, and in no time he'd filled her innards from the other end. Dizzy but still ready for more, he pulled out a buttplug and as soon as he pulled out, shoved it up her ass and inflated it nice and wide to hold his seed in. He saw there was a little cum on the front of the condom from where his thrusts had forced some up into her mouth. “Mmmmm, so fucking hot, Sarah....”

	Finally ready for the main course, he sat down on the couch, lifting the limp sergal up onto his lap and high into the air so he could rest her pussy at his tip. Moaning softly the whole time, he sank her down inch by inch, taking his time so he could tease out a bigger load form himself for the final filling. It was hard to resist just pounding her body til it broke, but he did, and eventually had her whole body impaled on his cock, his flared tip sunk several inches into her womb after some rough pushing that would have had her screaming if she'd been alive.

	Xan looked up into Sarah's face, seeing her blue blush, her open maw, her head limply rolled to the side...and then he started fucking her. He bounced her on his lap with hard thrusts and rough pulls on her hips. Grunting with the effort, his cock battered at her cervix til it was cone and he just had a womb to fuck directly. Groaning at the intense softness, his cock pulsed and throbbed, spurting ropes of pre with every harsh slam of her limp corpse down on his rod.

	Xan groaned, every buck of his hips slapping his balls up against her ass before throwing her body into the air, ragdolling before his hands guided her fall to ram back down on his cock. He loved this, toying with her corpse, her pussy so soft and limp around his dick, her womb open to his tip. She was such a good fuck alive, but gods was she a good cocksleeve as a corpse!

	He felt his balls contract, then slammed her body down onto him, swelling up at the base and pumping a load even bigger than the other two into her womb, ballooning her belly out to the point that it was hard for him to lean in and kiss her limp, covered lips, her head coated in cum that had been fucked out of her belly by his pounding. “You are the best, Sarah.” He whispered, then laid down on the couch to cuddle her. He was sure that she would find what he'd done to her incredibly hot when he let her come back.